Hindered

 

 

Words, I had in my repertoire,

There was a steady stock,

Sadly, not the case any more,

The supply has been caulked.

 

Thoughts and feelings flow,

That tide doesn’t ebb,

To confine them apropos,

Is mired in a thwarted web.

 

Attempts lay half done,

Never to see the light,

I am left to now mourn,

The verse’s curtailed plight.